Early August 1992.

At the market in Yongfeng Town, Haiming City.

The rare cable-mounted buses arrived in groups of three or three, and the sound of Santana's private car's whistle came into his eardrums. Wen Yu looked back at the driver inadvertently, nodded in a friendly manner and moved his feet with a smile.

People lined up to make phone calls at the entire Beihai Street public telephone booth, and the owners of magazine and newsstands shouted and shouted today's news.

Passers-by riding a flying pigeon bicycle are playing jingling bells.

There are two-story cement buildings in one color, and the smelly sewers on the street emit a musty smell in the hot climate of early autumn.

Flag-bottom pants, rice-flowered clothes, four-pack Zhongshan suits, yellow-green rubber shoes, what a timely urban landscape came into view, Wenyu exclaimed: I'm really reborn!

The number one hundred people were wearing gray suits and work clothes, and labor protection leather shoes. They pushed their bicycles in chaos and crowded at the entrance of Yongfeng No. 1 Machine Tool Factory.

Wenyu parked the bicycle and went straight to the factory manager's office.

A half-closed crack in the door came from a pleading voice: "Manager, I beg you, don't lay me off. This time it was my job mistake. You can fine me as much as you want. Xiaoyu came to work at the company on the first day of graduation from Tsinghua University. I don't want him to see me in a mess. Factory director, I can't do without this job. I kneel down for you, I beg you."

I don’t know what happened, but Wenyu heard this and seemed to be something wrong with his father’s job. The factory manager was about to fire him, so it should be like this.

Wen Yu thought about the moment when he saw Wen Gan bent his knees through the crack of the door, his eyes were blurred, and his heart was up and down. Thinking that Wen Gan was suffering from lung cancer, his nose sore surged into his heart, and he wanted to rush in and pull Wen Gan away.

I heard the factory manager say, "Do you know how serious your mistake is this time? If there is no way to repair or make the finished product, not only will you be done, but I will be done, everyone's salary will be ruined. Get out quickly. If you don't open, you can give you three days to figure out a solution."

As soon as the factory manager finished his story, a group of people rushed over from outside the corridor and forced Wenyu into the factory manager's office.

The factory manager was wearing a Zhongshan suit, thin and tall, dressed neatly, gently pulled down his myopia glasses, and looked at everyone without saying anything.

Dozens of people suddenly said: "Yuhengzhi, do you know how long have you owe our salary? Are you worthy of being the factory manager? If you don't pay me a salary within three days, you will either die or be injured."

Yu Heng, who has been through the battlefield for a long time, said calmly: "Everyone said that he had owe everyone his salary for so long. He wanted Master Wen to do this batch of external welding work. As soon as the customer's payment arrived, he would immediately pay you a salary. Who would have thought that Master Wen, who has more than 20 years of work experience, could not be welded out, and it was scrapped. I thought he was the best welder in Yongfeng, but what was the result? What should I do if you say I should do?"

Everyone gave Wen Gan a complicated look, but most of them asked Yu Hengzhi for his salary after a moment.

"Who are you fooling around, factory manager? Don't push any responsibility to Master Wen. If you don't pay us a salary, you will really beg along the street."

As soon as these words were said, everyone was talking, and there were people holding Yu Hengzhi's legs and chaotic.

Wenyu analyzed the current situation, that is, his father had technical problems and Yuheng was unreasonable to shirk responsibility, and the workers had to rely on the goods he had in his father to pay wages.

Wen Gan is a first-class welder at Yongfeng No. 1 Machine Tool Factory. He is 50 years old, 1.7 meters tall and dark-skinned. Everyone jokes that he is not like our Chinese people, but like African blacks.

Looking at the situation in front of him, Yu Hengzhi said to everyone: "Since Master Wen's level is limited, I have hired a senior welding engineer externally. Please wait a few more days. As for Master Wen, I will go to the finance department to calculate my salary and go with Ji Rong."

Ji Rong is Wenyu's mother and an fitter at the No. 1 Machine Tool Factory in Yongfeng.

Wen Yu couldn't bear to see his father's plea for him after hearing Yu Hengzhi's words, nor did she want to see a person suffering from lung cancer get angry here, so she rushed past the crowd and came to Yu Hengzhi and said:

"Director, I am Wenyu, Master Wen's son, and an intern who came to report. Basically, I have understood. I will bear all my father's faults. I never ask anyone, and I will not ask anyone today. Seeing that everyone is waiting for their salary to support their family, I promise you that I will give me a week. If the task cannot be completed, our family of three will leave Yongfeng immediately and will not make things difficult for you."

Wengan listened to Wenyu's words, glared at him, looked at him with suspicion, and said, "What do you know? Don't mess around, go whatever you should do."

Everyone started to cheer:

"Just do whatever you should do, don't make trouble for a little kid."

"Hahaha, Lao Wen, is this your son? I really don't know the world is so strong. Who do you think you are? Get out of here, don't interfere with me asking for a salary for Yuhengzhi."

"That's right, if an intern joins in the fun, Lao Wen, you don't care."

It seems that everyone doesn't take Wenyu seriously at all.

"Xiaowen, what do you mean is that you can complete the task and hand over the finished product within one week?"

"Yes." Wenyu said without hesitation.

"Just you? Do you believe Lao Wen? Hahaha, you father and son get out quickly, I don't want to see you."

No one can bear being ridiculed, excluded, trampled on, and his personality is ravaged.

Finally, Wen Yu said coldly: "Wait and see." Then he pulled Wen Gan away.

Wengan's face was full of distrust of Wenyu, but he was still silent and did not recover from the bad news of being fired.

Just as Wenyu walked out of Yuheng's office, a girl of similar age as Wenyu hurried over.

Surprise was revealed in the deep black eyes, fair skin was crystal clear, like a baby's skin, long hair was draped, slender fingers pointed at each other, thin lips slightly opened, and there seemed to be endless words.

She looked at Yuhengzhi's office and smiled at Wen Yu, "Why are you here? It's quite fashionable after not seeing you for a few years, and you still have earrings with studs on your right ear! It's pretty good!"

Wen Yu pulled Yue Han to the stairs and said hurriedly: "I'm going to work on the first day of today, and I'm here to go through the entry procedures."

"Oh, wait for your business, I have an urgent matter to see the factory director."

Wen Yu looked at Yue Han’s anxious face and asked, “What’s the matter? I can help you! The factory director is busy!”

Yue Han thought that Brother Yu was after all, after all, he should be able to solve the problem in front of him, but no matter what, he had to tell the factory director that this is not a problem that anyone can solve.

Yue Han's skin is several times whiter than that of ordinary people, and is recognized as a factory flower in Yongfeng No. 1 Machine Tool Factory.
Chapter completed!